Chapter 323: Don't worry, one for each, everyone has one

The procedures for A-Long and Gong Ying and the others had been handled. Today Wei Ming went to the airport to see them off. Yang Laoshi and Gong Xue were also there. This was considered a meeting of the parents. The two women chatted happily, both praising the other's child/younger sister.

Yang Laoshi was very satisfied with her future daughter-in-law. She was tall and beautiful, also in the same profession, and had common topics.

Although she was a few years older, her son looked mature, so it was fine. In this world, there were women who were eight or nine years older than the men.

Gong Ying's family background also made her satisfied. Her sister was a famous actress well-known in the country now, her parents also had jobs in Shanghai, and she had an older brother and sister in Shanghai. She could rest assured following A-Long to Hong Kong to venture.

Unlike herself, back then it was because she was the only one in the family and couldn't let go of her old father, so she didn't follow her husband to Hong Kong, leading to being separated for so long.

After the incident of her husband being imprisoned, plus her father's strong persuasion, she decided that once she went to Hong Kong this time, she would settle down there with Liu Bin. If there were conditions in the future, she would pick up her father.

Wei Ming chatted with Yang Laoshi for two sentences, then called A-Long to the side and took out two letters to exhort him.

"When you arrive in Hong Kong, go find A-Min first. Give these two letters to her. One is to be forwarded to Tan Yonglin, and one is to be forwarded to Zhang Mingmin."

"Good."

"If there is any feedback over there, tell me in time. In addition, you have to see the attitude of Hong Kong public opinion toward the Sichuan floods. You can send a fax, or make a long-distance call when necessary. Don't be afraid of spending money."

"Mm." A-Long didn't ask him what he wanted to do; he just executed it.

After seeing these people off, Wei Ming and Gong Xue looked at each other, tacitly went out, rode on the motorcycle, and left.

Sister Xue hugged Wei Ming's waist, her palm comfortably sticking to his abdominal muscles: "The procedures for the house have been handled. Grandma Zhu said she would move within a week."

Wei Ming said: "Mm, I also contacted the engineering team I used before. It should be livable before the New Year."

"Ah? Does it take that long?"

"This time I plan to renovate more thoroughly, ground renovation, pavilions and landscapes, flowers, plants, and trees, including indoor toilets and these things."

Thanks to Jin Yong and *Ming Pao*, although he said many good things about the authorities when he went north this time, he also spoke about some shortcomings he saw, such as Yanjing's public health, especially the public toilets in July—simply unbearable to look at.

If it rained a little, hey, that was called authentic.

If overseas tourists only stayed in hotels, it didn't matter, but as long as they delved into the daily life of Yanjing, they were afraid they wouldn't be able to endure such filth and stench.

Wei Ming couldn't stand it, let alone foreigners.

Once *Ming Pao* published the article, the department in charge of health in Yanjing immediately took action to carry out the renovation and upgrading of public toilets in the whole city.

Wei Ming could take this opportunity to renovate the sanitation systems of the two courtyard houses, letting the living experience go up another level.

He wasn't just concerned about personal enjoyment. Now he was preparing to do something for the disaster-stricken people in Sichuan.

While waiting for feedback from A-Long, he began to write songs. He had written several Cantonese songs he hadn't looked down on before.

Hong Kong was also reporting on the disaster situation in Sichuan this time. *Ta Kung Pao*, *Wen Wei Po*, and *Ming Pao* and other neutral newspapers—these newspapers had wide coverage, covering almost everyone in Hong Kong with a decent economic level.

Including Zhou Huimin, who also saw it. Those photos and words made her very distressed.

Maybe it was loving the house and its crow; she had heard many stories about Sichuan from A-Ming, Sichuan's giant pandas, Sichuan's dinosaur fossils, Sichuan's little rabbits. So she started writing letters to A-Ming again, wanting to donate her pocket money.

As for the donation channel, she really couldn't find one, so she could only give the money directly to A-Ming.

After the new leadership took office, the mainland's attitude toward international aid changed; it was no longer a firm refusal.

They began to be willing to inform the outside world of their disaster situation and were also willing to accept a certain degree of aid, but they didn't actively seek international disaster relief aid.

Their attitude toward international aid remained very conservative. Basically, they just notified the UN Disaster Relief Agency, reported their situation, and let the other side come over to inspect. As for how much money and materials the other side could get, they wouldn't particularly strive for it.

Although this maintained some decency, it certainly couldn't maximize the sympathy and love of overseas Chinese for their motherland.

After sending the letter, A-Min came to the recording studio rented by Zhang Mingmin's company.

While taking advantage of Zhang Mingmin recording "Mom in the Candlelight," she could record "First Love," but it also required a certain cost.

Zhang Mingmin could help her get the arrangement done, but the accompaniment also needed money. For better music quality, A-Min indicated that the money had to be spent; anyway, Holiland would pay for it.

This was the second day she recorded the song. She had no experience on the first day and had some flaws. Today, she got it done very quickly.

Zhou Huimin was very excited. She also had a work of her own!

She wanted to invite Zhang Mingmin to dinner to thank him.

"Next time. I have to perform at the Haicheng Nightclub today."

"Wow, Haicheng Nightclub, amazing, amazing." Zhou Huimin flattered him. This Haicheng Nightclub was a high-end nightclub that could accommodate more than 1,000 people. The singers who could perform here all had certain achievements, and their appearance fees weren't low, such as Xu Xiaofeng, Zhen Ni, etc.

At this time, Hong Kong didn't have large stadiums like the Hung Hom Coliseum. The performance venues were basically these places of one or two thousand people. Then there was the Queen Elizabeth Stadium, with 3,500 seats, which was already the ceiling in Hong Kong.

After leaving the recording studio, Zhou Huimin also deliberately took a detour to Central to take a look at the Holiland branch under renovation. When it opened, the song A-Ming wrote for her would also officially debut.

She asked the construction workers why she didn't see one of the three bosses.

The construction uncle told her: "Oh, Boss Liu's wife came, and the other two bosses are hosting them."

"Ah? Boss Liu's wife?"

When she arrived at the door of her house, Zhou Huimin saw an acquaintance, Boss Liu's son.

"Brother A-Long?" Zhou Huimin was pleasantly surprised and looked around, but didn't see that man.

A-Long smiled: "Don't look, A-Ming didn't come, but he brought two letters for you."

Zhou Huimin was disappointed and then felt slightly comforted. However, taking the letters, one envelope was "to Tan Yonglin," and one was "to Zhang Mingmin."

You stinky A-Ming, you wrote letters to two men but didn't write to me!

A-Long couldn't guess the little girl's mind. He told Zhou Huimin: "A-Ming said to hand these letters to these two people as soon as possible. It's about the Sichuan floods."

"Ah? Related to the floods?" A-Min said. "I just sent him a letter and even donated my pocket money."

A-Long: "A-Ming will definitely be very happy."

Zhou Huimin said: "I know where Brother Zhang Mingmin is. I'll go right now."

A-Long looked at the sky: "There's no need to be that anxious. Tomorrow is also fine."

Thinking of that kind of nightclub place, Zhou Huimin didn't dare to go alone: "Then fine, I'll call A-Lun first."

For the sake of speed, Zhou Huimin made an appointment with Tan Yonglin near Zhang Mingmin's company. She planned to see both at once.

Tan Yonglin was excited and unable to hold back when he heard Wei Ming had written back to him. He was going to have another representative work!

After A-Long arrived in Hong Kong, he first settled the few people he brought, then let his mother take his girlfriend to eat the welcome banquet with his father.

He then went directly to find Zhou Huimin, but didn't know the specific house number, and waited for several hours before waiting for her to return.

After completing Wei Ming's task, A-Long passed by a cinema and saw the new film information, his eyes lighting up. After returning to the rental house, he immediately called Teacher Chen Qing, two classmates, and three original animators from the Shanghai Er Yingchang.

"Everyone has rested well, right? Let's go watch a movie."

"What movie?"

"I heard many Hong Kong movies are poisonous weeds."

"Could it be some exciting movie?"

"Let the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism fire at me!"

A-Long: "It's the animation *Old Master Q*. You've all read the comics, right."

*Old Master Q* was a series of comics that had been popular for twenty years, but its influence hadn't penetrated the mainland. Because A-Long grew up in Guangdong, he had watched quite a lot when he was a child, and it was the Hong Kong comic that left the deepest impression on him.

Others shook their heads, having never heard of it. Only Teacher Chen Qing knew, and pointed out: "The main character of this *Old Master Q* plagiarized the comic character of mainland comic artist Peng Di."

"Ah?"

"There's such a thing?" A-Long knew this for the first time.

Teacher Chen said: "That was in the 30s and 40s. The southern comic scene was most famous for Zhang Leping's *Sanmao*, while Beijing and Tianjin were famous for Peng Di's *Old Master Q* and *Old White Potato*. This Chen Ze went to Hong Kong, estimated he felt no one knew, so after slight modifications, he used Peng Di's comic image directly, but the story was still his own story, reflecting Hong Kong's secular humanities."

Although he despised this behavior, Teacher Chen felt they should still watch it. Being able to go from comics to movies, this series must have its unique features.

A-Long said: "I think so too. I want to see how they filmed it. Comic profit is ultimately limited, but if it can be made into an animation and filmed into a movie, we can even lose some money at the comic stage."

In fact, what A-Long wanted to do most in his heart was animation. Doing comics was to exercise basic skills.

*Old Master Q* had already been filmed in several live-action versions before. This was the first time it was made into an animation form, called *Seven-Colored Cartoon Old Master Q*.

However, Hong Kong lacked animation talent. The behind-the-scenes lineup of this film was basically all Taiwanese anime people.

One of the directors, Cai Zhizhong, and original animator Ao Youxiang were well-known Taiwanese anime people. Their *Wulongyuan* also had quite a lot of popularity.

After watching, the unanimous evaluation of Liu Rulong, Teacher Chen Qing, and others was that it was still quite smooth. Although the precision couldn't compare to *Havoc in Heaven* and *Nezha Conquers the Dragon King*, the comedy was fuller, and it looked lively and interesting.

And the cost shouldn't be too high. A-Long thought of his past of drawing "animation" in the bottom right corner of his notebook. He didn't know when he would be able to truly make an animation.

The next day, A-Min arrived early with the letter. There was a beverage shop downstairs, so they made an appointment here.

Zhang Mingmin was the first to arrive. He asked A-Min: "The letter A-Ming wrote to me, what is it about?" "I don't know, I didn't steal it, but wait a moment, I'll give it to you in a while."

A-Min ordered drinks first. Not long after, Tan Yonglin arrived, wearing sunglasses and a mask. He was considered a youth idol now, and many schoolgirls liked him.

"This is? Mr. Zhang Mingmin?" Tan Yonglin recognized Zhang Mingmin.

Zhang Mingmin also recognized him. After all, A-Ming had only written songs for the two of them in Hong Kong, and the two had also been friends in spirit for a long time.

Without waiting for the two to exchange pleasantries, Zhou Huimin handed the two letters to them.

When seeing Zhang Mingmin, Tan Yonglin knew that today might not be as simple as writing a song.

Sure enough, there was no song in the envelope, only a handwritten letter from A-Ming.

The two letters were much the same. Wei Ming hoped to use music to do something for the disaster area and raise some charitable funds.

He certainly couldn't handle this matter alone, but he could do the most core things: write songs and call people.

Since it was a charity concert, it certainly couldn't be held in the mainland. Everyone was poor and couldn't squeeze oil out. Of course, he would look for whoever had money to raise funds, so Wei Ming felt this concert should be held in Hong Kong.

Since it was to be held in Hong Kong, he had to invite singers with appeal in Hong Kong.

And among young singers in Hong Kong, Tan Yonglin was considered a leader.

In the letter to Tan Yonglin, Wei Ming indicated that he was willing to exchange a tailor-made song for Tan Yonglin and the singers he knew to participate in a charity performance.

See clearly, it was one song for each!

Wei Ming could not take money for this song, purely voluntary, but they also needed to help voluntarily. At that time, these songs would be made into an album, and the proceeds would be used for charity. They could also put them into their own albums.

Seeing this letter, Tan Yonglin's heart skipped a beat.

Charity, he was certainly willing to do it. His father was born in the mainland and had been a member of the national football team, winning glory for the country many times. Besides teaching him to play football, his father also taught him many patriotic principles.

But now his career in Taiwan was going smoothly. Relying on those few songs from Wei Ming, his Mandarin album was selling very well in Taiwan, and in terms of film, *If I Were Real* was about to be released. And this film was satirizing the north.

At this time, if he participated in the mainland's charity performance, would he be made difficult by the Freedom Association? Could the company agree?

Just when Tan Yonglin was hesitating and struggling, Zhang Mingmin, who finished reading the letter, had his blood surge and said simply: "A-Ming's ideological realm is too high. What is there to say? As long as A-Ming calls, whatever time, whatever place, I can push everything away!"

Zhou Huimin asked: "So what exactly is the matter?"

Zhang Mingmin explained: "A charity concert held for the disaster-stricken people in Sichuan. Let us go up and sing a few songs at that time. And he said he would help us write songs for free. What songs to write? Even without this song, I have to go!"

Zhou Huimin's eyes lit up. This idea was good. A-Ming still had a way. Then she looked at Tan Yonglin.

At this time, if he hesitated again, it would be too shameful. Tan Yonglin's voice raised a few decibels: "I am also duty-bound. I will tell my friends about this and strive to make the momentum grand."

At that time, it should be that the law doesn't punish the masses, right? Tan Yonglin thought of Zhang Guorong, Chen Baiqiang, and A-B and the others.

Zhou Huimin said: "Then go ask quickly. How many people in total? A-Ming is still waiting for a reply."

Zhang Mingmin said: "Mr. Zhang Yaorong, a shareholder of Haicheng Nightclub, has a lot of experience in holding concerts. I'll ask if he is willing to help. This kind of thing definitely needs a planner."

"Right, Uncle Yao has rich experience. Finding him for this matter is definitely correct." Since he decided to do it, Tan Yonglin also actively offered advice. "I think we should determine the planner first. If Uncle Yao agrees, then determine the number of people and the venue."

The one who pioneered the Hung Hom concert was this Mr. Zhang Yaorong. He had deep cooperation with Tan Yonglin, Anita Mui, and Sam Hui, including Anita Mui's farewell concert wearing a wedding dress, which was also done by him.

Of course, this kind of thing also needed official coordination, whether it was the mainland or Hong Kong. Otherwise, who would supervise the charitable funds, how to use them, and how to maintain venue order? This wasn't something a few people could handle.

Wei Ming had been waiting, and until he received the first fax sent by A-Long, confirming that Tan Yonglin and Zhang Mingmin had both agreed, he began to act.

"Biaozi, haven't you met Mr. Liao? Can you still contact him? I have something to find the old gentleman for." Wei Ming found Biaozi at Tuanjiehu.

Biaozi pointed to his big face: "We just met. Do I look like someone who has his contact information? How big is my face?"

Huang Jiaoyan, who was carrying a big belly, said: "You don't have it, but can Factory Director Wang not have it? He was also there that day and chatted quite happily with Mr. Liao."

Although Factory Director Wang's level was much lower than Mr. Liao's, because of their common hobby of movies, the two were old acquaintances. Mr. Liao had often borrowed prints from the Beijing Er Yingchang to watch.

Wei Ming patted his head: "Right, I'll go find Old Wang!"

"Brother Ming, what's the matter?" Biaozi asked from behind.

Wei Ming: "Big matter, big good deed!"

Arriving at the Beijing Er Yingchang, Wei Ming went straight to the factory director's office and explained his intention to Factory Director Wang.

Factory Director Wang put down the documents in his hand: "Ma Xiaowei, you mean you want to hold a charity concert in Hong Kong, inviting Hong Kong singers? To raise donations for the Sichuan disaster area?"

"Right."

"Is this possible?"

"I promised that whoever participates can get a song I tailor-made for them for free. I think this should have quite a lot of attraction for many singers."

Factory Director Wang: "Uh, this..."

These words were arrogant, but Ma Xiaowei seemed to really have the capital to be arrogant. He hadn't written many songs, but each one had a super high popularity, especially that English song, which actually became popular internationally.

Recently, the Italian film crew *Marco Polo* came to Beijing to film, and the Beijing Er Yingchang was responsible for cooperation. They actually all knew "Moonlight Shadow," and this song also topped the Italian music charts.

When he told them that the author of this song was Chinese, they were all stunned and even asked: "So *The Lion King* was also written by a Chinese?!"

Old Wang was also quite decent. For Wei Ming, he rarely took the initiative to call the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office.

Mr. Liao had a special status, so he held several posts. The Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office, and the future Taiwan Affairs Office were all handled by him alone, so this matter had to be found by him.

Mr. Liao's secretary still remembered Wei Ming. When he saw the *Heroes Born of Youth* crew, he felt deep regret for not being able to see him.

After learning Wei Ming's thoughts through Wang Yang, Mr. Liao indicated: "Let him come over. Let's chat face to face."

Wang Yang was afraid Wei Ming wouldn't find the right government office, so he directly said: "I'll send you over. I'll find a driver."

Wei Ming hurriedly said: "No need for a driver. I have a driver's license."

"Ah? Then can you drive?"

"I self-tested."

Old Wang got into Wei Ming's car in a daze: "Don't say, you really don't say, you drive even more steadily than those few drivers in the studio."

That was for sure. He was an old driver with more than thirty years of driving experience, and he had driven all kinds of cars and all kinds of road conditions. What could they compare with him?

Arriving at the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, under the guidance of the secretary, the two soon met Mr. Liao, an old man who looked like he had no airs.

"Ma Xiaowei, finally met you. Long admired your name."

To show solemnity, Wei Ming held his hands with both hands: "I have also long admired your name."

"I know this sentence is sincere. I have also read your *The Righteous Path of the World*." He even inscribed it.

This novel also mentioned his parents, Mr. Zhongkai and Ms. Xiangning, and even borrowed some things.

Mr. Liao said again: "Tell me, why did you come up with such an idea?"

Wei Ming: "At first, it was out of selfishness, because Sichuan is considered half my hometown. My mother is from Sichuan. When the flood broke out, Grandma was living in Yanjing with us. Seeing the situation in her hometown, because she was worried about her family, she was in tears all day. Putting oneself in another's shoes, I don't know how many families in Sichuan are starving, and even their tears have been cried dry. At that time, I wanted to do something."

"How did you think of the concert method? And you want to hold it in Hong Kong?"

"Because this can best exert my ability, which is writing songs. How much can I donate alone? But this method can mobilize thousands of Hong Kong compatriots, gathering sand into a tower. There is another benefit, which is to let the people of Hong Kong and the mainland people connect heart to heart, breathe together, and share the same destiny."

"Connect heart to heart, breathe together, and share the same destiny." Mr. Liao repeated these few sentences.

Wei Ming nodded and said: "I believe that by doing good deeds, we can bring closer the originally strange people of the two places. Whether it is those who bear kindness or those who release kindness, everyone will become more united because of the same thing."

These words of Wei Ming made Mr. Liao look at him with new eyes. Being able to think of this point at such a young age, he was indeed a great talent.

Looking at it this way, this concert was not as simple as charity. It also had a united front function!

Just look at those Hong Kong stars. Usually, they didn't dare to touch the mainland at all, for fear of being caught by Taiwan.

But because of charity, they were very likely to get close to the mainland for the first time, completing a valuable ice-breaking. This significance was too great!

"Ma Xiaowei, how many Hong Kong singers have agreed to participate now?"

Wei Ming: "There are two now, both of whom I have cooperated with before. I am still waiting for their news to see how many people they can pull in."

Mr. Liao said: "Why wait for news here? You should go directly to Hong Kong and supervise this matter with full authority."

"Ah, me?"

"Of course it's you. You are the most suitable candidate for this matter. After all, you initiated it." Mr. Liao once again held Wei Ming's hand tightly. "I thank you on behalf of the people of Sichuan."

(Wish everyone a peaceful Dragon Boat Festival. What kind of zongzi filling do you eat~)

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 324 =====

(Wishing everyone a peaceful and healthy Dragon Boat Festival. What kind of filling are your zongzi?)

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